Now I know how Stephen King get his ideas. I managed to sleep with my arm in a funny position last night. This caused me to have nightmares like Elm Street! In my dream there were two different evil characters: One that could defy gravity and hold his breath for a long time and the other with a pea brain that was a serial killer that happened to be married to one of my neices! Neither of these beasts could be killed; they were immortal, so to speak. When I awoke, my arm was in horrible pain.
Now, I have to take some Tylenol. I need to go back to bed so that I can work tonight.